Well, honey on its own is just honey. But add plastic wrap and... it's a different situation.
Life, Stewart, is filled with disappointment.
I'm not going to comment on evidence, but what I will say is that this animal has provided us with a mountain of evidence, and we will not sleep till we've been all the way through it, because we know that beneath that mountain lies his grave.
Brad Repkin: I have rights!
Horatio Caine: You violated your rights so shut up!
And conspiracy to commit murder . . . you flew down to Miami and you killed the wrong family. 720 is not 702. You're dyslexic, aren't you?
We've got the whole story right here.
Yes. Let's go talk to the other Russian, the cousin, before he chokes on a Twizzler.
Well, you know what then? We're not on the same side.
Stewart Otis: I will get out. It's my nature.
Horatio Caine: And I'll be waiting. That's my nature.
Detective Frank Tripp: I've gotta admit... divorce sucks!
Lieutenant Horatio Caine: Frank... it's a killer.
You just killed four innocent people, you're evil, you enjoy death, I hope you enjoy your own.
Dr. Alexx Woods: Shot in the light of day in a house filled with people? That's cold-blooded Horatio.
Lieutenant Horatio Caine: Correction Alexx. It's as cold... as ice.
Michael 'Glasses': [Has been shot] Owww... It hurts.
Horatio Caine: Real bullets are funny that way.
You sent your bogus son to date their daughter so you could steal... their gold.
Mr. Wolfe, at the end of the day, if we don't hang together, we'll die alone.
Rita Davis: Can I go now?
Horatio Caine: Let me see, how can I put this... no.
Drive-by, Miami style.
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